More Gratuitous Domestic Posting (TM)

I was supposed to fly up to Maine tomorrow morning to see the Old Gentleman. We don't know when he's going to finally clock out, but this was understood to be the Goodbye Visit.

Well, Mother Nature has now kyboshed that plan. A blizzard is forecast to land just about when I was to have done. As the 'rents live a considerable way out of the Big City, driving around this weekend will be pretty much impossible.

I suppose I was more worked up about this visit than I've let myself acknowledge, because I've now got that curious feeling of putting a foot down in empty space where one thinks there's another step.

Whether we'll reschedule remains to be seen. My going is really for the sake of comforting the Old Boy, not for me. (We've never been close. Dad is of an unfortunate personality that causes him to lash out at the first sign of vulnerability, so I learned at a very early age not to let my guard down around him.) However, the latest report is that in the past few days he's started getting hazy and detached again. If he turns around and wants me to come up after all, I'll try, but otherwise probably not.